And tell him, in your blossoming o’er and o’er,
How in the places which he used to know
His name is still breathed fondly as of yore.
—ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN.
See hyacinths and violets dim and sweet,
And orange-blossoms on their dark green stems.
—WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT.
The snow-drop, and then the violet,
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet,
And their breath was mixed with fresh odors, sent